Author: Anria Lalumin
Disclaimer: not mine. Whoopie doo-dah, big surprise there!
Warnings: yaoi, probable OOC, that's it right now.
Pairings: 1x3, also 2+1 and 2+3, and aiming for 1x2x3. And this is the
point where you all run screaming. . .
It had taken a lot of guts
for the two most reticent of the pilots to tell the other how they felt
about them. Hell, it had taken a lot of guts for them to allow
themselves to feel something. And then, after it was all over, it took
several false starts and a lot of stammering to let themselves become
public about it.
Trowa and Heero had spoken about it at length -- a conversation
that had actually spanned several days, with gaps of perhaps a few hours
in between the next comment. Both were more inclined to work things out
for themselves, even though it had been proven to them that at times that
was not the wisest of things to do, and that another's input was occasionally
needed. Both had agreed that they owed their emotional development mainly
to Duo, and partly to Quatre. Heero owed his solely to Duo, who had never
given up on him even long after all the others had.
So, it was mostly Duo's fault that they had allowed themselves to feel
anything like what they currently felt for each other. And so they owed
it to him to show him how far he had made them progress. That, they reasoned,
would make him happy, and pay him back in part for all he done for them.
Heero sometimes wondered if they had chosen each other not because they
were truly, deeply in love (or lust) but more as the safest choice. After
all, they were very similar -- both in their childhood experiences
and subsequent personalities. Perhaps it was soldier training kicking
in and not allowing them to ever consider and true relationship outside
of their group, in case they were compromised. Perhaps it was like calling
to like, offering the partial sanctuary of fighting alongside someone
with the same demons, the same problems, the same memories. Maybe it was
for each to build up their confidence, that they could love and be loved,
before moving on to what they really wanted.
Maybe it was true love.
But whatever the reason was, they were together and they were happy. And
they owed to the person who had made their happiness possible to know
what he had done for the both of them. After all, they reasoned, if he
had been delighted to see the smallest evidence of a happy future, he
would be overjoyed to see them now.
"Any of you guys know what's goin' on?" Duo asked, bouncing
around the private room of the exclusive restaurant Quatre had reserved
for them. The braided pilot checked his watch again. "Damn, they're
late! Mr Anal-Retentive and his Silent Sidekick are late!"
"Calm down, Duo," Wufei said. "They'll be here."
"Correction, they are
here," Quatre said, smiling and standing to wave through the door
to Trowa and Heero. Heero gave a curt nod in acknowledgment of the gesture
and the two made their way up to the room, drawing stares from the well-dressed
guests at their casual jeans and jackets.
"Hey, Tro! Hee-chan! Have you two been stealing from each other's
wardrobes or somethin'? You look like the Bobsey twins!" was Duo's
enthusiastic greeting. He bounced over to the two of them, grabbing their
hands and dragging them over the table, kicking the door shut. "How've
you been? I haven't seen you lot in ages!"
"Two weeks," Wufei corrected.
"See, ages!" Duo's grin wasn't his truly happy one, but nor
was it his usual mask. It took some interpretation to read Duo's expressions
and determine what he was really feeling, but the others had all become
adept at it -- or at least, adept enough to know that Duo was happy
to see them. "So what've you been up to? How've you been? Have you
decided on a job, or have you decided to go back to school? In trouble
for hacking yet, Heero? How's Catherine, Tro? What did you want to tell
us? Do you like the place Q swiped for us? You could have dressed up,
y'know! After all, Q-bean did go to all the trouble of booking us this
place so you could make your announcement! So what's up?"
"Duo!" Quatre burst out, manners unable to stop him from interrupting.
"At least give them a chance to answer," he said when the babbling
pilot shut up and looked at him.
"Oh, okay!" Duo dropped into a seat, grinning up at the two
bemused boys. Wufei rolled his eyes.
"Let's eat first," Heero said, as laconic as ever. He dropped
his jacket onto the back of the chair, revealing he was still wearing
that damn tanktop.
"Heero, do you ever wash that thing?"
"Duo! Don't be so mean!"
"Fine, fine, I'll stop bugging Heero. Tro, does he ever wash that
One corner of Trowa's mouth twitched up as he copied Heero, revealing
that not one part of his garb during the wars had changed, unlike Heero,
who had finally gotten rid of the spandex. "Not to my knowledge,"
he replied quietly. Heero glared at him, which only made Trowa's mouth
twitch a little higher.
Duo, meanwhile, was laughing his ass off.
"Well, let's take this opportunity to catch up, shall we?" Quatre
asked, picking up the menu and smiling his angelic smile at the table.
Duo noticed and quirked an eyebrow at him. Why the mask? he asked
with his eyes. Quatre moved the menu to shield his face from all the others
and gave him a truly devilish grin.
Oh, shit, Duo thought, Q's planning a prank. I hope it's not
on me. . . .
Quatre re-affixed the angelic smile onto his face and removed the shield
of the menu. "Does anyone have any preferences for dinner?"
he inquired, knowing full damn well that they would all choose their favourites.
"Do they have curry here, Q?" Duo asked, trying to read the
flowing script of the menu without squinting so much he went cross-eyed.
"If they don't, just request it and the chef will make it for you,"
Quatre said. "This is one of the few upper class restaurants that
tries to cater to all tastes, after all."
"Most restaurants don't do that," Wufei said. He laid the menu
down on the table and informed them all he would be ordering wonton noodle
soup. Which caused Duo to make a really off-colour crack about Wufei's
preferences, which led Wufei to begin ranting about Duo being an uncouth
boy with no sense of taste or good food, which led Duo to stick his tongue
out at the Chinese boy and start arguing back.
Trowa glanced over at Heero, who was watching the two bicker with a smirk
on his face. "Just like old times," he said softly.
Heero glanced back at him, a smile tugging on the smirk telling it that
it had had enough airing time and it was his go now. "Yes, it is,"
he said, equally softly.
Quatre frowned at the two of them. What was going on there?
He was saved from considering it any further when the maitre d' appeared
and began taking down their orders. Hell, he did have the head
of Winner Incorporated sitting in one of his private rooms, after all.
Wufei and Duo managed to refrain from their customary sniping while the
snobbish man was still in the room, and Quatre forestalled a repeat of
that performance by jumping in after the maitre d' left before Duo could
open his mouth.
"So, what did you want to tell us?" Quatre asked Heero and Trowa,
smiling at them. The whole reason they were in the restaurant to begin
with was because the two had called them up and asked if they could meet
somewhere for them to give them important news. "Nothing bad, I hope."
"No," Heero grunted.
Duo, Quatre and Wufei waited for him to continue.
And waited even more.
And -- "Oh for the love of God, would you just tell us?!"
Duo burst out.
Heero and Trowa looked at each other. "You tell them," Heero
"You talk more than I do."
"So? You're better at it than me."
"What has that go to do with -- "
"Um, excuse me? Hello? Can you guys stop arguing over who's gonna
tell us and just tell us already?" Duo interrupted.
The two boys in question looked at each other, looked away, looked down,
looked up, looked anywhere but at any of the other four boys.
"Fine, I'll tell them," Trowa ground out. "Um, you see,
the reason we wanted to talk to you is . . . well, it's . . . we wanted
to tell you. . . ."
"We're together," Heero burst out.
There was silence for a moment.
Then, "Together? Do you guys mean together as in banging each other
into the mattress?"
"Oh, jeez, Q-man, how else was I supposed to say it?"
"Duo's right," Heero said quietly, before Quatre could say anything
else. "We are together . . . like that."
"Only in less vulgar terms, am I correct?" Wufei said, smirking.
The two boys quickly looked at him to see his smile/smirk, and a hope
for the positive reactions of their friends began to drown out the fear
of rejection because of their preferences. The last of their fears about
Wufei -- who had always seemed the most upright and rigidly moral
of them all -- were slaughtered at his next words (or rather, word).
"Thank you," Trowa told him. The three turned back to the last
Quatre was gaping at them like a landed fish. "I -- what --
I didn't -- " he swallowed and got himself under control,
and then suddenly a smile that would have sat well on the devil blossomed
on his face. "Guys, that's great! I had no idea! How long? How did
you get together? What happened?" Quatre stopped suddenly. "Oh
God, I sound like Duo!"
The comment, and Quatre's behaviour, dragged a laugh from the other three.
The fifth member of their group, though, was having some difficulty understanding
his reaction to their announcement.
Why aren't I happy. . . ? I should be jumping for joy that they've
come far enough to get into a stable relationship and give themselves
a chance at a normal life, but. . . .
Why am I reacting like this?
Duo used the cover of the others' distraction to study the two of them.
As the laughter died down, Heero glanced at Trowa, and those unbearably
sweet and beautiful and happy smiles overtook their faces as they
looked at each other. Those smiles always made him feel warm inside whenever
he saw them, so why. . . ? Why did it ache inside?
Duo lowered his head and stared at his hands, mouth twisting thoughtfully
and a slight frown creasing his forehead. What was wrong with him? Why
couldn't he be happy for his friends, who had so obviously found the happiness
he wanted for them?
I am so confused. . . .
"Duo?" Quatre's concerned voice jarred him out of his thoughts,
and he realised he'd been silent for far too long. A gentle hand landed
on his shoulder, and he felt four pairs of eyes trying to stare through
the shield of his bangs.
"Duo, what's . . . what's wrong?"
That was Trowa. Duo frowned more deeply, not ready to face them yet .
. . but . . . what was that tone in his voice? He almost sounded. . .
. Naw, couldn't be. . . . He couldn't be afraid. . . . What was there
to be afraid of?
The little voice rang in his head. Trowa was afraid of rejection. He was
afraid Duo wouldn't approve, that they had hurt his friendship by their
relationship. . . .
Heero that time. . . . The same tone in his voice. . . . Oh, God, what
do I do. . . ?
You work this out another time. They need you to be happy for them:
be happy for them.
Yes, that was the answer.
But how to pass off his silence. . . .
An evil grin spread over his features. "Guys . . . I don't know what
to say to this. . . ."
He could see them out of the corner of his eye. . . . Ooh, they looked
worried. . . .
"Other than. . . ."
Okay, Heero's tensing up. . . . Hehe, this is so much fun!
Duo launched himself across the table (and Wufei) to wrap an arm around
each of his friend's necks and give them a throttling hug. He was laughing,
and hoped the slightly forced tone was only noticeable to him. "You
guys, this is so great!"
"Duo . . . air. . . ."
"Oh, oops!" Duo let go of them and slid back into his seat,
grinning manically and hoping they wouldn't realise it didn't have the
faintest hint of happiness in it. "So, when's the wedding?"
Duo just laughed. "Gotcha real good, didn't I?"
Heero was smiling at him. "Yeah, Duo," he said, as softly as
No one's attention was on Quatre. If it was, they may have seen his frown
as he looked at his friend, and heard his muttered comment of, ".
. . real good."
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